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“grief again”
and the noise of water sits well on my chest spilling and weaving like a lover dripping teasing me from my back claws out teeth bared crying like a needle scratch spitting out an orphaned tongue it laps into my ear like a worm tasting goodbye a lover a slur so...
“the moon in the morning tree”
in the morning she will wait for her ghost to fill the world she will dance into smiles porcelain and complete swimming soft petals her body breaking with joy the moon swings from the morning tree in a trail of smoke a poem weightless in hand her eyes curve light...
“november”
our houses burn as November spins its grey web the red lipped leaves of morning have gone up the trees to die in the thin fall light death is coming the smoke rears as we hold hands with a jealous god I forgive you our houses are burning like a chorus of insects the...
“leaves”
who are the fallen things wings of the dead that are blown from us in remnants of fire they are the woven dark ghosts darklings driven by wind and rain that spill over the night honey sky - Daniel Haskin November 10, 2023